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@josephb I'm going to try and write up a post tonight. If it's not there by the morning, sure, go ahead.
I suppose that'd work, yeah. My friend's been really busy lately, so I've been trying to give him time to post. I'll try to help keep things a little speedier.
Yeah, I liked the display of Bruoch's hunter-ly observation skills. Looks like he might be a fun character to get into trouble with.
Gavinyarel: The Roxey Cemetery, The Roxey Village -- Midyear 2, 4E201

Gavinyarel instinctively drew his blade and wheeled around at the sound of disturbed wood behind him. He beheld a tall Dunmer half about to pick up a piece of wood that seemed to have some metal bits attached to it. Ah, the girl's crossbow!

No sooner had that thought flashed through his mind and his mouth prepared a greeting for the unexpected Dunmer did a ruckus tear through the edge of the woods and out in front of the whole group. Gavinyarel, the innkeeper, and the lass all shrank back a couple of steps in surprise, which must have amused the strange man, judging by the laugh he produced. They all witnessed him start ritualistically dressing and harvesting the animal, which made it difficult for the innkeeper to keep from retching his guts. Even Gavinyarel, with all he'd seen and even done over the decades of romping about in the wilds, felt his stomach slightly churn at the sight.

"Okay..." the innkeeper began, suddenly having found a sliver of his wits, "look, I ain't got no time for dealing with crap like this, alright? I got an inn to run." He produced a large coinpurse containing the bounty payment and haphazardly divided it into two smaller pouches. He then threw one of the pouches at the Altmer's feet and the other at the Breton girl's feet. "There, now get your things and be on your way! And take...him with you..." His gaze shifted to the strange hunter with the last sentence. He then retreated back to the inn, doubtlessly, Gavinyarel guessed, to hide from the hunter until he'd distanced himself from the village.

Gavinyarel scooped up the pouch and played with it for a couple of seconds. A little light for fifty drakes, he thought, but he forgave the innkeeper's lack of accuracy given the circumstances. He eyed the hunter curiously, for he'd seen such displays before. Not anywhere close to this side of the Jeralls, though.

"Hail, hunter. I must thank you for expediting our little discussion here. Where might you be from?" He hoped that friendly words would beget a friendly response. The back of his mind had a guess as to the man's identity, but they weren't exactly near the Reach.
Hello, guys. Been waiting on my buddy Mixcoatl to reply, but he's been swamped with work and wrote me to go ahead with my post. So, I'll have something up hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning. My apologies on the lengthy wait.
@Parzivol

Hmm...I agree with your suggestion on the Atronach sign function. Perhaps luck may factor in somewhat, as to exactly how much of the spell gets absorbed. And also things like racial resistances (e. g., Nords resist 50% shock damage).

Hmm...perhaps extremely weak spells could have a chance at being completely absorbed? Some novice mage that slings a piddly little fireball at our characters, and it's so weak that it just gets totally eaten? Wouldn't work once you're up against spells that could do some real damage, plus there's always the chance that whatever celestial fates control the absorption will just let it affect you anyway.

I've got a more in-depth theory for how birthsigns and their abilities could work, but that's more for my own personal writing...still, if you'd like to hear it, I'll try to explain it. It's a work in progress.
Gavinyarel: The Roxey Village, the Roxey Steakhouse -- Midyear 2, 4E201

Gavinyarel could only watch the events unfold with drained eyes. Still, he supposed being naturally feisty had its merits -- something to be said for not taking crap from anyone. He wordlessly followed the others along the path to the cemetery and over to the charred remains of the zombie. He dearly hoped her crossbow lay undamaged nearby, as his heart sank at the prospect of witnessing the kind of hell she'd raise over the destruction of her best weapon. Of course, he'd get the blame since he was the one vying for half the bounty.

In an effort to preserve the calmness as long as possible, the Altmer decided to plead his case first. "This zombie has obviously been burned to a crisp...and for that to happen, it would have had to have met with a fire of some kind, yes? I don't see the remnants of any torches or other physical fire sources around, so that leaves magic..." He proceeded to conjure a fireball in his hand and jet the flame a little outward in few different directions. He ended with a small burst of fire. 'Twas inexpensive child's play for someone of his experience to give such a demonstration, and he knew simple village folk hadn't the heads for differentiating between playing with a little fire and conjuring a blast sufficient to immolate a body. "I'm obviously more than capable of lighting something on fire without material aid. Now, unless this young lady here can indicate she could've done the same, I'm insisting I get half the coin for this. She was here, yes...and she did do some damage, but she wasn't alone."

The innkeeper rubbed and scratched his head for a while, clearly thinking harder than he was used to. Finally, he turned toward the woman and asked, "Alright Missy, what say you?"

The elf stood with pursed lips and folded arms, praying he was being understood. Every now and then, he'd glance around at the odd brown shape on the ground in the hopes it was the crossbow.
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@Parzivol
Characters look good. Welcome aboard, guys. I've been busy myself with getting ready for the next university semester and trying to help get the new house in order (we just moved). But, I'll have a post up hopefully tonight.
Alrighty. Happy character making!
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